Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Charles Mingus to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.